The search for Natasha lasts for three days.
On the third night we gather on the beach for a service of remembrance. Symbolic ashes are cast into the ocean as we sing the old songs of the sea. A prayer of thanks is said for the volunteers who protect us from the uncertain waters.
One done the mood changes – we drink the local delicacy and sing songs in celebration.
It’s what she would have wanted people say
In the early hours, as people are beginning to make their way home, I see a blinking light on the horizon. Everyone is convinced that it is caused by the drink, a trick of the light.
I remain convinced otherwise, and after finishing my drink I wade out into the shallows.
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A story based on the photo prompt from Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers . A bit of a follow on from a previous story.
Photo (c) TJ Paris
Oh, I hope that light is Natasha! Great story hombrehompson!
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I think he might not come back… Great take.
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A good story, with both pathos and optimism. The story arc is enticing, leading us beyond the horizon, and you even squeeze in some character development as well! Great use of 150 words!
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I hope that’s her.
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A lovely story and an open end.
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Wonder what happens to him…
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